Montoo paints a beauty with this piece on the Divine Energy within each of us!
I see the Devi with her many arms holding the usual ‘yantras’ and ‘shastras’, but there is a small change that I notice today.
Surprisingly, I see her holding an eraser in one of her hands. Yes, a pencil eraser…
While I wonder why is she holding an eraser, she gently gets up and in the midst of the loud chanting; she starts wading through the sea of people sitting in front of me. They all are sitting with their eyes closed.I am glad that she is coming towards me. And even more glad that everyone else is sitting with their eyes closed.
She ruffles my hair and very gently starts to rub the eraser over a few imaginary lines of my body and mind. You can call it a caricature or a self-portrait of sorts, which for some reason, I always believed, contained me.
These are nothing but some imaginary lines of separation that I may have harboured all this while.
One by one many lines start to blur and disappear…
Then the chants of the ‘pundits’ melt with the super-charged ‘yagna’ air.
Then, the sea of people sitting in front of me with their eyes closed become one single entity.
Then goes the imaginary line separating me from everyone else around.
Followed by the thin line between matter and energy.
Between the gross and the subtle.
Between the body and the soul.
Between humanity and divinity.
Slowly everything dissolves into one ethereal bundle of bliss throbbing slowly with one, single heartbeat.
I see myself looking around once again… and hear a thought echo in some fluid, far away corner of myself.
“Did the heavens just merge with the earth?”, I think…